“You are carrying twin baby boys in that stomach, so please take your antenatal seriously,”Those words of the doctor kept ringing in Meyer’s head all day long. She least expected a one night stand with Brian resulting to pregnancy with twin baby boys and she had doubted the doctor diagnosis until she visited another doctor who confirmed the same thing. Gradually as the day went by her bump started shooting out of her body. Pregnancy was the least of motherhood experiences he wanted but for the involvement and sake of Brian being a man she loved so much she was willing to pay the price for motherhood.She was done having her bath and she walked out of the bathroom stood before the mirror and looked into it while she rubbed her baby bump and swallowed into her nakedness, staring at her baby bump with caution and tenderness. Her breasts were inflating into bigger sight of attraction; her waist had grown wider and thicker like her entire body. She swirled around and smiled as she rubbed

“Ah – oh gosh…” she gritted her teeth and bewailed at the top of her voice, writhed in pleasurable ecstasy and wriggled her body like a snake that got a machete cut. She kept wriggling her body until Ken caught hold of her waist, lifted her to his shoulder, took her out of the bed, walked to the wall opposite, pinned her on the wall like a work of art, and devoured from her thick lips to her neck and right from her neck to her stiffened pair of breasts that were bigger from arouse.“I missed you so much,” ken said in one breath and squatted to her thick, I-need-it thighs.“I miss –“ she couldn’t complete those words, “Oh damn,” she moaned, hissing and gnashing her teeth, “o –oops,” she moaned yet further wriggling her body on the wall and pushing his head harder into her clitoris.Ken busied his lips with the gentle stroke of cunnilingus . He freed his mouth from between her legs and pulled up to her, gasping into her face.“Why did you stop?” she queried, struggling to catch her bre

Ciara was yet to understand the force behind her coming to Oliver’s house- Oliver had phoned her and sent her a message about a crucial matter he needed to disclose to her, and after countless restless thought, she decided to pay him a visit after their last session at love clinic on a cool evening. Eva had wanted to join her but she turned her down and when she wouldn’t give up on her demand, Ciara played a trick on her and disappeared without her knowledge. A lot had changed in Oliver’s house; Ciara observed as she stood at the door, combing around with her stares, her eyes rolling from one nude picture of models on the wall to another. The paintings and silhouette artistry of naked women left her with no conviction that Oliver was the mastermind behind her leaked nude videos. At once, upon beholding those pictures, she pitied and regretted coming to his house and as she turned to leave, a voice startled her.“And where are you off to?”That was Oliver’s voice; he had a flute which

Eva lurked at the edge of the wall, the base ball bat handy as she peeped cautiously following the trail of the shrieking voice. The shriek sounded from somewhere closely. She was in the sitting room now and everywhere was calm and devoid of a single soul.The shrieking voice sounded this time accompanied with, “Oh damn.”Eva followed the noise and traced it to her mother’s room. Interestingly, she came at the door, placed her ears on the door before peeping through the mahogany hole to behold her mother astride a macho heavily tattooed; short-haired, toy boy in bed:“Promise you will love me forever,” she demanded, stooping to her companion and planting a kiss on his dare-it lips.The man grabbed her waist firmly, “I promise to give you all. When you are down I will be down and when you need a shoulder to lean, I won’t be found wanting,” he mumbled and squeezed her naked , beefy buttocks , his fingers, escaping and stroking across her black lingerie which divided her buttocks cheek

About biting a kiss, the buzzer went furiously and they snapped, breathed hard, shyly looked away as they withdrew to themselves the way children would do when caught in acts of doing wrong.“We will keep meeting.” She assured him, squeezing his arms hungrily and wrapping up to leave.Mr. Fanny only stared and was dumbfounded, wishing to go after her, pin her to the wall and scrub his tongue all over her sweet suckling body and also not trying it all, possibly still holding it down for his wife, and believing someday the next visitor he would play a host to would be the formidable Mrs. Fanny.“I hope you are still with my G-string,” she reminded him jocularly about advancing to the door, she unleashed one lasting endearing, lustful stare into his face. He kept still longing to urge her not to go; as though his breath had been preyed upon by her. Joyfully, he was feeling loved again; feeling accepted and honored by a stranger; a total stranger that belonged to the street.The door slam